Obsidian Butterfly
Had I not stolen that book, I most likely would not have been a writer.
Had I not stolen that book, I most likely would not have been a writer.
“everything, even gain, / is some kind of loss. even after.”
“in a single breath / fought off an evil corporate polluter / without somuchas a lawyer”
“the familiar games you invented: / complicated, one-foot races across // the shallow end.”
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Winner of the 2024 Rising Poet Prize Akhim Yuseff Cabey for “Olentangy River, 2019” Akhim Yuseff Cabey was …
By Odin Meadows
“Light from the / dining room is spilling out the hole, I keep forgetting / it’s right above the dinner table.”
“god bless, then, the poisonous / carp these fishermen toss // back into the river,”